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Last week I had the rare opportunity to meet up with my friend Katie and her son Lucas for a play date. In general, I have a lot of guilt issues because I don’t seem to be able to find people with whom I can do play dates or play groups or play armies or whatever. In truth, I read too many articles when I was pregnant about “Play Date Etiquette” and was scared off. It all sounded so tedious and impossible. Play dates with Katie are, however, a pleasure. Lucas and William are the same age and Katie and I so rarely get a chance to catch up. It seems like we can’t even exchange ten words without wiping a runny nose, pulling up pants or shouting at a child who is swinging from the chandelier, but at least we are not feeling like we missed out on proper play date etiquette.

The other super thing about play dates with Katie is that she always makes some delectable treat for us – from scratch. I showed up this time all harried, dragging my two hyperactive boys, and she had stovetop oatmeal cooking and these amazing-looking pans of cinnamon rolls on the countertop. I’d have assumed they were frozen, but I saw her applying the sugar icing before my eyes.